Room 13 had basketball lessons the teacher’s name was thia. He taught us how to dribble and shoot and the rules. We learnt how to make the ball not hit your feet while running and double dribble and travelling double dribble is when you use two hand's to dribble. But sadly that was the last training.
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
Wednesday, September 12, 2012
Monday, September 10, 2012
Tommy Kapai Wilson
Tommy Kapai Wilson is the author for the book Kapai the Kiwi. Tommy talked about his lifestyle and tort us that war is dum because his dad thought that war was cool but once he came back he sead war is dum.
I was chosen to write with Tommy Wilson and the story is about a magic touchstone. And one day it is missing and we have to find it and if we don’t return it something bad is going to happen.
But the thing that Tommy Wilson tort me was to make ten people smile a day.
I was chosen to write with Tommy Wilson and the story is about a magic touchstone. And one day it is missing and we have to find it and if we don’t return it something bad is going to happen.
But the thing that Tommy Wilson tort me was to make ten people smile a day.
Wednesday, September 5, 2012
Tuesday, September 4, 2012
Cross country recount
Today we practiced recrafting a piece of writing. The first paragraph belongs to Aldora and the second is mine.
“Cross country, Cross country” is the worst event ever. I would never dream about cross country. Today is cross country and I am not feeling good. But I just want to support my team TE ARAWA. “GO TE ARAWA” I said quietly to myself.
This is my version of Aldora's story
Cross country “Why me?” I sat nervously. I didn’t know if I could win or if I might fall in the mud. I took a big breath and remembered the race from last year. I then knew what my goals were, I just hoped I would win.
“Cross country, Cross country” is the worst event ever. I would never dream about cross country. Today is cross country and I am not feeling good. But I just want to support my team TE ARAWA. “GO TE ARAWA” I said quietly to myself.
This is my version of Aldora's story
Cross country “Why me?” I sat nervously. I didn’t know if I could win or if I might fall in the mud. I took a big breath and remembered the race from last year. I then knew what my goals were, I just hoped I would win.
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